Youth is such a fickle thing
Ever fleeting, we are born with a hope
We are born with an instill of faith
But as our time carries on
Where does it go?
There was once a time we truly believed in superheroes, hope, and love
But much like the sands of time, it slips out of grasp
As our age keeps turning pages in life
We lose the innocence of our youth
If we have not something to believe in
What do we have?
When our family is gone, when our friends move on
What's the thing you hold on to?
Who's to say superheroes aren't real?
Who's to say there is no love or hope in this world?
Who is it to tell us just what truly lies within life?
In this world, we are but minuscule particles
The galaxy is infinite, life ever-changing
So much we already know, yet so much to learn
To little time we have here on Earth
It is not wise to dwell on the past
When the future is the only place we can go
Don't let being hell bent on hatred make you lose sight in if hope
Unrequited love or broken hearts shouldn't cloud the idea of true love
If you open your eyes and spare more than a passing glance, you'd see the heroes
Right in front if us
But we shelter ourselves, barricading our souls
Letting hatred consume us
We've become a world so accustomed to hatred and conditioned to be unloving
A 'that's not my job' mentality
Its not a world I want
I want the world of the mind of innocence
Where the world is hopeful and bright
There's no fear for trying
No fear in loving
We could be anything we wanted
A world where hope didn't disappear
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Haphazardly || A Clueless Writers Book Of Poems
PoetryWhere words fail, writing conquers. Where in life feelings are bottled in, they become expressed in the words inside this book. Nothing more than a small collection of poems I've written over the years.
